Chapter 132: Refusal

Wang Mian said sheepishly, "A professional chef? That... that is different."

Hiring a chef was a business transaction, while Xie Yanzhi’s cooking was a matter of sentiment.

Wang Heng’s tone remained indifferent. "It is indeed different. The food prepared by a chef is perfect in color, aroma, and taste, completely to my liking. As for what my cousin makes himself, it is barely edible!"

It was also accompanied by a "gentle domineering."

Even though he knew she disliked it, and she had "protested" many times, he still insisted on having his own way.

He called it, "..."

Because of the unexpected factor of Lin Jing, the Demonic Sect was forced to act prematurely, and in such a rush, dealing with the experts of the noble families became quite difficult.

Lu Yao knitted her brows. "The blood mist leaking from the spatial black hole on the outer immortal domain battlefield must be something from another universe."

The moment he saw the new-style aircraft on the runway, Colonel Hinata felt his adrenaline surging. After issuing his final order, he climbed into the bomber and dove first. Immediately following, shells were dropped directly from his aircraft onto the runway.

She had considered selling herself as a maid, working odd jobs in shops, or even shamelessly continuing to chase "Sheep-Mei-Mei" for investment, but she had never once considered reaching out to beg.

Although the words were spoken in such a manner, the tone behind them was something anyone could hear clearly.

Li Zhiyuan’s artillery unit also opened fire. After three rapid-fire rounds, the artillery position began to relocate immediately to avoid being targeted by the enemy's artillery group.

Polly took off, running with all her might toward Zulinda, preparing for the two of them to join forces and snipe the enemy.

Because he did not want to experience it, yet he was not so cowardly as to confess everything out of fear, he could only endure it by force, adamantly refusing to open his mouth. Despite his advanced age, Chen Mufan, holding a tube of mustard in one hand, truly could not pry his mouth open with just one hand.

The day after annihilating the werewolf tribe, Gaino led the knights to the Blue Rock Canyon, the location where the investigation team had been surrounded and suffered such tragic losses.

Qingming and the other Taoists were shocked and horrified when they saw the direction of the flames. How could they have been discovered?

That person was crouching on the ground, showing only his back to Wang Chao, yet Wang Chao recognized him at a glance. It was Mao Luzi. His Mohawk hairstyle was as eye-catching as a firefly in the night, making it impossible not to recognize him. Damn it, seeing Mao Luzi, Wang Chao felt a little calmer.

She had originally intended to notify Zhou Guangzu first, but she had not expected the Liu family side to be so impatient. She wondered what the situation was like in the front courtyard and whether her uncle could still hold his ground.

Upon noticing my slightly surprised gaze, she turned her head away abruptly, as if avoiding something. Her eyes darted around, and finally, she buried her face into the scarf wrapped around her neck.

As long as Fu Yang did not let them leave, no one dared to act rashly; they had no desire to experience the power of lightning.

Zhou Qingchi felt his wrist seized by a cold, rough touch. His heart turned cold, and his face instantly drained of all blood. He silently thought, "I am finished," feeling completely hopeless.

The raging tribulation lightning descended one after another, their auras growing continuously stronger; immortality was right before their eyes.

Entering the villa, the design was a duplex layout. The first thing one saw was an oversized living room, connected to the dining room and kitchen, while the second floor featured a row of neat rooms, fully equipped with furniture and decor.

On the massive star, a Taoist formation covered the surface, trapping thermal energy beneath the ground and converting it into spiritual energy to supply the cultivators' training.

At this moment of life and death, the dignity of a Primordial Golden Immortal had long since vanished. Having reached such a realm, how could one be willing to wait for death? It was precisely because they were unwilling to die that they had embarked on the path of cultivation.

Facing Sasaki Mishi’s enthusiasm, Yeshan just smiled bitterly and gave a plain greeting.

"Mother Liu, I won't be eating at home at noon. You take good care of Mr. Lu; I am going to find Jiang Yuanhe!" She had to discuss this matter with Jiang Yuanhe to confirm whether she was just overthinking things because she was bored at home.

Liu Xiaoxiao, Chu Jianyou, and Zhu Yudang all saw the arrow Han Yi shot pierce the body of the purple centipede, but compared to its massive size, such an arrow could not inflict a fatal wound. Perhaps if Han Yi had hit its head, he might have killed it, but he had chosen to aim for the wound on its back.

"Bah, coward. A piece of trash like you dares to have designs on Yu Manli? You should see what kind of status you have!" Xia Qiu said with contempt.

Just then, someone came running over—it was a servant sent to investigate the situation. As soon as he reached the main hall, he knelt down. The people in the hall fell silent instantly, listening to the servant panting as he spoke.

Later, that group of people pursued them like vengeful spirits, and Chi Long and Zhao Yin had to go into hiding. The people sent by Murong Changqing could not find them for a while, and it took some time before they could make contact.

"Alright! Your sister-in-law may not say it, but she is worried about you in her heart. If she heard your 'nonsense,' it would truly break her heart!" Jiang Yuanhe reprimanded coldly.

The butler had indeed met with many people yesterday; he had seen several shop managers and then met with Ni Yexin and his group upon returning.

The noisy dance floor, the mingling of complex people, the lights shining brilliantly at times and dimming at others, highlighted the loneliness of those who do not return late at night, and reflected the prosperity and desolation of the city.

"Is that so? Younger sister is truly blessed! I really am not feeling well, so I shall take my leave." Li Lu did not look back, and one could tell from her tone that she was in an extremely foul mood.

This, this, this—Gu Zixuan, when she didn't want to talk, she wouldn't, but when she started talking dirty, she was as fresh and refined as ever, so cryptic that she couldn't even find words to rebut.

"How could that be? To have the chance to witness an artificer at work, and the process of a genius artificer like you, Junior Sister, how could that possibly touch upon any secrets?" Yun Luan replied with a smile.

The black stone tower was surrounded by six red hills. Beside each hill, there were dozens of demonic beasts gathered, seemingly guarding something.

Ren Jiuge pressed him directly, his spiritual energy intensifying as he spoke. That sharp pain stabbed into Chang Jingzhou continuously.

When Gu Yuexin was young, he had also studied that waist pendant, but no matter what he did, there was nothing unusual about it. As time passed, he treated the stone tiger as a waist pendant, a token of his sect.

Thinking of this, Fan Wu changed her line of thought, beginning to understand that it seemed her great-grandfather knew who the person sending her the voice transmission was. Who could it be?

Those who woke up were very happy, until many of them embarrassedly said that no matter how hard they tried, they could not guide the spiritual energy into their dantian.

Wei Chun smiled, then invited Wei Dong and Song Man to have dinner at his house that evening to get together.

Yu Yang had not even had time to rejoice before he was killed by a cultivator who suddenly appeared behind him. He looked at Chi Chuan in disbelief and died with confusion.

Su Zimu had not cared much at first, but once she thought about the fact that she now had a child, if the child were born without an immortal root and she had already left, even with Bo Zhixing protecting them, she felt a sense of great urgency.